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Submitted: 8 August 1997 True Friends by Zildjan Mumia (Crossing, Zoluren: After The Great Migration 351)As I think back, as I am now one with the God's, I look back upon my short lived life, as it was cut down by a greater force than the population knew. This force was knows as the TAX, or the NEW Portal. I am now looking back at the people and events that have had great influnces on my life. I see faded images of people that make me feel warm, and a few that sent my now lifeless blood to boil. The first one... Is that you Roncor, you look like you are still a novice. I remember where we first met. A warm flow of blood makes me happy. I remember talking with one of the Greater Mages assistant, about a time warp that had happened just hours earlier. He help fend off the Goblins while she and I spoke. Roncor and I had hunted many times after this, and had made me tag along to meet his family members. I later became his adopted son, without the knowledge of his wife, but she didn't mind. It was warm hungs all along. Larinath, the grandfather, he was probably the eldest of their family. He was the greatest warrior mage I had seen yet. They were skillfully rejuving a young man that had been caught by a, for lack of a better word, STRAY massive fireball. They worked well, and achieved their goal. Larinath has guided me through my young mage was when Roncor was not around. Remember the time when Abob insulted Rex, and how you shreded him for it, how about that time you smashed that graverobbers head into dozens of pieces, and how we had to identify him by his teeth all over the ground in the Mausolium? That was the greatest site I have ever seen, I stood in awe poking his mangled body. My love goes to thee. Dreamheart, my loving grandmother, for you are the reason I am thinking now. We spent much time together, though you weren't Larinth's first love, I hope your His last, for you were my practicly my mother, for even my father will attest, she wasn't around much, but still I love her. You guided my around also. For I love you much. And you know it. Havick, my best friend, when me met, getting the dwarf knocked out of me buy a bunch of cougars while 3rd circle, you rescued me. For this I will never forget. All the rockies we've killed, Swampies smashed, Stone Gargs we've split, you were buy far the closest friend in the realms. Remember that thief Marinn? That guy that grave robbed your backpack and chain shirt? Remember how we shot him full of bolts and how I cut his arm off in front of the temple, remember that? That was the most excitement I had ever felt, except for the 2 platinum fine I got for his worthless carcass. What was even better, is was 2 hours before the opening of the festival. Remember all the branches, sticks, madmen with 5 silvers, vary rare to see now, because of the greater mages. Thats when I met my new family. Havick, my thoughts are running short, and so is my time. By the way, if you see, Thalander, Havick, give him a nice LB and tell him to give you what is rightfully yours, my Semi-Old O! nyx Hilted Katar, and if you see him, tell my family members, for they do not care for graverobbers very well, as will Larinath will attest to. Havick, all my love goes to thee, and may you be well my son. My thoughts are fading fast now, and I must rest my wary soul. Zildjan Mumia, may I once rise again, in my Final Dance... |